Ji Qingwu tilted her head back to look at him. His jaw was chiseled, exuding a cold handsomeness.
Her expression changed as she realized that after her crying fit, she could see clearly again.
Emperor Wu Su's gaze landed on the nearby tea table, a storm churning in his eyes. It was impossible to know what he was thinking.
Ji Qingwu felt she looked utterly wretched tonight and didn't want him to see her in such a state.
So she pretended her eyes hadn't recovered, fumbling as she tried to withdraw from his embrace.
Emperor Wu Su's voice was cold and deep. "Don't move. Let me hold you a while longer."
Only by holding her a little longer could he temporarily suppress the urge to slaughter that churned in his heart.
Having vented her feelings in his arms, Ji Qingwu's mood improved. But then, a belated sense of shame washed over her. 'A grown woman like me, sobbing like this... it's so unbecoming. I even soaked his robes.'
